An: People. You amaze me. Thank you so much for all your brilliant reviews. Here is the next chapter it would have been up yesterday but the site wouldn't allow me to upload it last night for some reason. But here it is and from Paul's (squeee) point of view. And sorry if it is pretty much the same as chapter 2 but I had to get Paul's view into it :).

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Paul or the other boys.

Chapter 3

Lost Boys

We are dead until dark

But that's another thing

Nothing really matters

Behind the shades of blue

You say

You wanna live like I do

But that's another thing

Nothing really matters

Behind the shades of blue

'Cause in the end

We're just reborn again

You wanna rock

Nothing's gonna make you stop

And nothing's gonna break you up

Everybody knows you're lost

In the night time, honey

Lost boys

-69 Eyes-

The sun had once again set over the horizon and we were free to roam around Santa Carla without the fear of being burned to aches. We drove our motorbikes at a neck breaking speed through the woods, faster then any mortal would have dared on these traitorous roads. But with our vampire eyes we could see every root, nick and stone perfectly even at this speed. Marko was screaming and howling right next to me and I howled back at a pitch that no mortal could reach. I threw my head back and relished in the euphoric feeling the wind in my hair that this speed gave me.

Despite common belief, vampires could feel the wind. We could feel the warmth of a human's flesh and their blood and the coldness of one of our own kinds'…David didn't know why legends said differently and was trying to figure it out still… But I had long ago decided not to dwell on that, why should I? I was an immortal and I could party all night and sleep all day, not much different from the way I spent my mortal life…the parts I remember of it.

"Paulie-boy, are you even with us, or has all that pot finally gotten to your big head?" Marko's amused voice broke through my thoughts. I growled good naturally at him but he just laughed and gave me his trademark Cheshire Cat grin. David and Dwayne just glanced back at us with amused looks on their faces.

Control yourselves boys. We're almost there.

David's voice sounded in my head through our mental connection. Dwayne let out a howl of excitement and Marko followed. I grinned at my pack brothers and let out a howl of my own. My pack, my family; The Lost Boys. Ironically Max was the one who first referred to us as The Lost Boys one time a long time ago when we had misbehaved according to him. He said we reminded him of those darned Lost Boys from Peter Pan to which David replied; maybe, but you are no Pan. The name stuck and we were all lost in one way or another.

We flew through the landscape and soon reached our favourite hunting area; the Boardwalk. Like usual the colourful boardwalk was filled with different people, different scents…different food. I smirked as the crowd jumped out of our way shouting obscenities after us as we sped through the crowd. We stopped at the outside of the boardwalk where the crowd was less thick and we knew that no one would disturb our bikes, not that anyone would dare anyways.

David looked over the crowds a calculating look in his eyes, thinking undoubtedly about which mortals that would serve as our meal tonight. Was it those Surf Nazis over by the comic book shop, that group of girls that were looking through clothes at a small stall or maybe that gang of punks that were mocking some older gentlemen sitting on a bench only a couple of feet from us. I could hear the blood pumping in all these peoples' veins, hear their heartbeats and along with it feel my hunger grow.

I watched as David leaned casually against the railing with an effortless ease that mortals found intimidating, Dwayne and Marko followed his example, as did I. I let my eyes sweep over the crowds but kept my mind-link between my pack brothers wide open. To any onlooker we were just any bikers looking over the crowds, smoking cigarettes, in silence. But in truth a conversation was being held mentally between the four of us.

What about those surfers over there, they seem…fulfilling. Marko's voice sounded in my head. I turned my head in the direction my curly haired friend was looking and caught a sight of a gang of surfers that were messing around with each other. I cocked my head to the left and studied them carefully through a predator's eyes. After awhile you don't see them as people anymore, they are only packages carrying the thing we need to survive. Blood, sweet warm blood. Your first kill might feel like murder, maybe your second one too, if you're a sensitive being the first ten might feel like murder, but then again not all are cut out to be a child of the night. Eventually though you just think of it as a way of life, as a way of survival. For some the instinct kicks in right away and you don't have to worry about it, David said that Max's sire had been like that.

Paul. Paulie. Paul, are you with us man?! Marko. I had zoned out again. I looked at my brothers expectantly, just waiting for them to tell me whatever I missed. I didn't even bother asking, they were used to it by now. Marko was grinning and rolled his eyes when he saw that they had my attention again, David just sighed almost soundlessly and repeated the fact that they had spotted a gang of drunken teenagers on their way to continue their drinking on the beach. I drew a hand through my already messy hair and leaned farther back on the railing, threw my head back and watched as the mentioned gang stumbled across the beach towards a forgotten bonfire in the distance. There were six of them, one each and two to share, perfect.

I let a feral grin slip over my lips. Yes, a bunch of drunken teenagers was just what I fancied tonight. The alcohol in their blood often gave us immortals the feeling of being drunk without drinking. We could get drunk from just drinking the actual beverage, but it wasn't the same. The feeling of drinking blood couldn't really be described; it was something that had to be experienced.

We stood still, but not completely still, waiting for our chosen meal to get comfortable and into their partying. David was smoking and looking over the crowd, Dwayne was playing with one of his necklaces, and Marko was picking dirt from beneath his fingernails and looking up at the crowd from time to time, smirking. I was nodding my head to the beat of the music that could be heard from the band area, we had learned to do these human things, or else we would be unnaturally still and people would notice. And a lot of times these mortal trademarks followed us into our new life…our re-birth.

A simple nod from David was all it took for us to stand in union and slowly make our way towards the beach and the party. Soundlessly we approached the unknowing partying group. The hunt was always fun but sometimes having the meal served on a silver platter, so to speak, was fun as well. We reached the unsuspecting drunkards and stood still in the dark, watching them.

I want the tall one. Dwayne's voice sounded and I glanced at my smirking friend. We all gave a small nod and then watched David for a sign to proceed.

An almost unnoticeable twitch of our platinum blond leaders hand was all we needed. We all leaped on the unsuspecting teens our faces no longer smooth and mortal looking but transformed into our true selves. Yellow-red eyes, sharp fangs and disfigured features. The first four didn't even have time to scream before we were upon them and had our fangs buried in various body parts. The other two did scream though but I could barely hear them over the rushing in my head as the warm blood flooded into my mouth and down my throat. You haven't experienced real thirst before you feel blood lust, and you haven't been truly satisfied until you've had the satisfaction of sating that thirst with human blood. When my first human was drained I turned my eyes to the remaining two who were stumbling along the beach towards the boardwalk helplessly. Struggling to make their intoxicated limbs go faster, like they could outrun us? I heard David's dark chuckle as he too laid his yellow eyes upon the pitiful beings.

"Go get them boys," he said quietly, but we heard him as clearly as if he had shouted the words. My curly haired companion and I glanced at each other and with on giant leap we took down one of them together and shared him equally. The terrified screams that had become music in my ears quieted down and only the fire could be heard, that and our heaving unnecessary breaths. We silently took the now empty and lighter bodies and threw them into the fire. Destroying evidence, no one would miss them anyways; they were just runaways, lost souls like we all had been a long time ago.

We started to stroll towards the boardwalk that was now buzzing with life. We stopped briefly to have a chat with Star, a girl David had thought was fit to be his mate and wanted to turn. Our head vampire had told him to choose wisely but David had been stubborn about it. When she had drunk his blood and refused to kill and turn into a full vampire, David got very angry, and disappointed. He didn't know what to do with her but decided to let her be for the time being, but I had a feeling that if she didn't make her first kill soon, she would be the kill. With her was Laddie, a small boy that had ran away from home and somehow managed to find his way to the cave during the day. He found a bottle that held David's blood in it, the same one Star drank from, and the small boy drank without knowing what it was. Imagine our surprise when we found a miniature Halfling in our lair, but he wasn't going to make his first kill until he got older…making such a young child into a full vampire would be just cruel. Imagine being stuck in that tiny, childlike body for an eternity. He didn't mind being a Halfling though; he liked being one of us, unlike Star. He didn't like being stuck with Star every time we went to hunt though. And Star didn't like being forced to watch him either, so the feeling was mutual. We waved goodbye to the annoyed pair as we noticed some surf Nazis climbing onboard the merry-go-round and I smirked.

David and the leader of that gang had a war going on between them and they were so easy to tease and so easily riled up. Our black clad leader didn't even have to use our mental connection to let us know what he was thinking. We strolled through the parting crowds and as soon as the ride started we got on and strode between the horses and carriages, until we reached our goal. A small brawl happened, as expected but during it I couldn't shake off this strange feeling of being watched. I knew that I was being watched by a lot of people but I never noticed like this before. But I couldn't pin down the culprit of the tingling stare before the security guard made us leave. David uttered a;

"Let's go boys," with a smirk and we stepped off. As soon as we did the feeling went away. I shrugged it off as something unimportant but when David suggested that we step onto the ride again and the feeling returned I started scanning the crowd. I soon found the source; a girl was looking at us with a strange expression on her face. My own eyes met her brown ones and my first thought was that I had seen those eyes before. When she noticed that I was looking strait at her I smirked and winked at her. In return she shook her head and blinked, like she thought she was imagining things then she turned swiftly and made her way through the crowd. I followed her blonde mane as she walked towards a record shop, watched as she stopped, looked in and then turned and walked away. Then I lost her in the crowd. I stepped down from the ride, feeling compelled to follow her. I turned to my pack and said;

"I'll see you later dudes." They all gave me looks but I just waved them off with a grin.

The crowd parted around me as o walked towards where I thought I saw the girl vanish. I strolled through the crowds not really knowing why I wanted to take a closer look so badly, it was just something that felt right about finding this girl. There was something about her eyes, the seemed familiar somehow, even if I knew for certain that I hadn't seen her before in my life…or death. I caught a sight of a familiar mane of hair and made my way towards it. I stopped a few feet away and observed her, what was so compelling about her? She wasn't my usual type; she wasn't tall, nor particularly thin or curvy.

I continued to study the girl as she bent over to look at some jewellery. No it wasn't something special about her appearance, except for the fact that we had similar taste in fashion. I took a step closer and as I breathed in I noticed something…she didn't smell the same as the rest of the mortals around her. Her scent was different, it didn't revolt me like the scent of another type of creature would, but it wasn't exactly overly appealing either. It was just different…a scent that smelled pleasant, it was prickling my nose in a similar way to the way pot smoke did, but not in an unpleasant way. I was just about to step closer and see if I could discover anything more different about her when she turned around and stumbled straight into me.

"Oh…I'm sorry…" she stuttered in a low voice not even looking up at me. I let a grin slip onto my face as she looked up and her eyes widened.

"Don't worry about it babe…" I spoke smoothly, grinning wider as I watched her look around for something. She muttered something and then turned to continue walking. I couldn't let her get away that fast! I had just gotten her to speak; I wanted to study her more! So I turned and with a slightly supernatural speed ran after her.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the rush? Do you want to grab a drink or something?" I said, not even thinking twice about it. I held my arms out and gave her one of my most charming grins, she had to agree.

"Why? I don't even know you…I don't even know your name," she said looking at me like I had offered to kill her or something. Oh how I wished I had Dwayne's ability to sense and almost hear thoughts right now. I stepped with her as she tried to sidestep me.

"I'm Paul. There, now you know my name…so want to take a drink now?" I said grinning at her frustrated look. I could almost see the gears in her head turning and I could definitely hear her heartbeat speeding up.

"You don't give up do you? Well Paul…" I liked the way she put an emphasis on my name, I was sure that she was going to agree but she continued with;

"…I'm actually looking for someone…" I raised a sceptical eyebrow but she didn't seem to be lying, I could tell. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something bright come towards her in full speed, so before she could continue I grabbed a hold of her arm and drew her out of the way as a couple of kids skated by. I looked down at the blonde who was at least a head shorter than me, when she thanked me breathlessly and grinned when I stated;

"Can't the person you're looking for wait for an hour or two? And besides, I saved you from getting crushed back there, brown eyes. You owe me." I grinned when she wrinkled her nose at the nickname I gave her but I could see her crumbling, she just had to agree now. So when she agreed I gave out a whoop and threw my fist in the air earning some odd looks. I grabbed her hand and started to drag the surprised girl after me along the Boardwalk. I knew just the place to take her to and I told her as much. If she liked the same music as her clothing style hinted at she was going to love one of my favourite hangouts. I grinned as the crowd parted as I bustled through them with my blonde companion in tow, as we neared the stage I heard her ask where we were going, I don't think she realized that I shouldn't have been able to hear her when I replied to deaf ears. We soon reached Sonny's a bar that every rocker I knew hung out in once in a while. When I stopped and looked back at the awed face of my new…friend…I knew that I had chosen the right place. I strode into the bar and shouted at the owner for some drinks, I was a regular here and the pack had agreed not to kill off Sonny, he was cool and provided us with free drinks. I looked at my regular booth and saw some dweebs sitting at it, I gave them a stare and they scrambled out of there and made room for me and…That's when I realized that the big haired girl next to me never told me her name, I grinned as I threw myself at the seat of the booth and watched her as she sat in front of me. I wasn't going to tell brown eyes that she hadn't even introduced herself; no she was going to have to figure that one out for herself. I know I could have easily taken a peak into her mind to see what it was, but I wanted her to tell me.

"Here are your drinks Paul…no point in asking you to remove your dirty boots from my fine furniture, right?" Sonny's voice interrupted my thoughts and I gave him my trademark grin. I told brown eyes not to worry about Sonny when she looked at him curiously and offered her a smoke. She accepted and I lit it for her and then looked away over the bar. After a while of silence I could feel her watching me, I let her. I knew that she was observing me like I had observed her earlier. I let her think for a while until I in an amused voice said;

"Like what you see, babe?" She stirred from her thoughts, whatever they had been and looked at me strangely. A blush was slowly and almost unnoticeable creeping up her cheeks when she understood that I had noticed her staring. A mortal wouldn't have noticed it, but I could smell it, sense the heat and my vampire eyes saw the light flush.

"Why do you keep on calling me brown eyes, or babe?" she said, obviously trying to distract me from what I had caught her doing. I was just wondering when she was going to notice that, I thought as I slowly leaned over the table and shifted my eyes around like I was going to tell her the biggest secret of them all. I smirked cockily when I stated with an emphasis on the pet name;

"Well babe… you haven't told me your name." I leaned back casually and watched the fact enter her mind and almost laughed at her face when she comprehended what I said.

"Oh…" she said, obviously rather embarrassed.

"Oh…" I mocked her with a friendly smile on my face. I turned my head and watched the bar waiting for her to actually tell me her name, when she didn't I questioned her and she had obviously been deep in thought because she jumped at my voice.

"It's Bailey," she said slowly. Bailey…I looked at her face as I connected it with the new name. It fit…but in a way it didn't. I just had this feeling that her name wasn't Bailey; I connected her with another name that my brain had seemingly forgotten. I could almost feel the name but a fog like substance kept the name hidden from my curiosity. I sat up straighter and asked;

"So Bailey…what brings you to Santa Carla?" Just so I could test how the name sounded out loud, I think she figured as much because of the look on her face. We started talking about everything and nothing.

Sometime in the middle of her telling me about her protective brother I realized that this was the longest conversation I had had with a mortal since…ever, at least, without having any intentions of feeding on them, because I didn't feel like killing Bailey. It was strange…her blood didn't smell like others and while it did trigger my bloodlust, I was full so it wasn't a problem right now, it still had a different scent I couldn't place. I told her about all the missing people and watched as she looked rather shaken, but when I asked if I had frightened her she denied it. She was lying, I could tell. But I decided not to press the matter. I was in the middle of a story that I wasn't sure she was paying attention too when she interrupted me and exclaimed;

"Shit…Jack's going to kill me!" Jack? At first the name didn't register in my mind, but then I realized that she was talking about her brother. I grinned slyly at her and said;

"Take a chill pill babe…I'll drive you." I almost laughed out loud as she rolled her eyes at the pet name. We stood and started to walk towards my bike and when we reached it I jumped on it and kicked into life and grinned at her appreciative look. I told her to hold on tight when she sat behind me and grinned when I felt her arms slip around my waist. How many times had a girl ridden with me on this very bike? Countless of times, but it felt different, and strangely familiar when Bailey's hands settled around my waist. I took off and wasn't really surprised at her lack of reaction at the speed, she had told me about her brothers "crazy driving". I enjoyed the way her warm breath felt against my left ear and cheek as she breathed the directions to her house out to me. We soon reached the old house and I cut the engine and helped her off. I leaned against the bike and took in my surroundings, quietly memorising every entryway and the road here, I had a feeling that I would be visiting quite often. I also knew who lived here, an old man that actually was another regular at Sonny's. Strange. I felt Bailey's eyes on me again and turned towards her.

"Well…this was fun. Thanks for the ride, I'll see you around. I guess…" She smiled and ruffled her hair, something I often did myself.

"Yeah, nice talking to someone almost as awesome as me." I grinned cockily at her and she let out a small laugh, soon we were both laughing. She turned and gave a small wave after cheekily saying;

"See you, Blondie" I howled in laughter at the pet name and her cheekiness. Yeah, I liked this girl, she was funny. I shouted;

"See you, Brown Eyes!" After her and she gave a small wave, I mounted my bike and headed back to the Boardwalk and my pack. Marko was already asking questions in my head, but I told him to shut up and wait. David suggested that I should pick up something to eat and meet them at the cave; I didn't have any problem with it so I took a detour to Mr. Chow's and picked up some Chinese before I headed towards the cave, our home. When I got there, David was lounging on his chair, Dwayne was lying on the sofa, reading something, Marko was sitting on the fountain talking to an excited Laddie and Star was sulking in her bed, nothing new here. When Laddie spotted me he grinned widely and screamed;

"Paul!" and ran towards me with his arms in the air. Knowing exactly what he wanted I put my left arm out and caught his hands and swung him up, with an ease and strength a mortal guy my size never could have pulled off, onto my shoulder where he landed, shrieking with laughter.

"Hey, little dude," I said and threw the food to Marko who grinned his trademark grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

"Can I get your rock box, Paul? Huh, can I, can I?" Laddie questioned from my shoulder and I let him down and told him to go find it. He did so with a whoop of joy and ran off searching for my precious rock box. I trusted him not to harm it in any possible way. Dwayne looked up and silently shook his head at his antics; Dwayne was like Laddie's dad. He looked after him and taught him stuff; I was the cool older brother who taught him tricks and was always fun.

"So…who's the girl Paul?" I looked up at David. He was sitting in his wheelchair with a cigarette in his glove clad hand looking at me intensely. Marko stopped looking around in the food filled bag I had brought and stared at me as well; Dwayne stopped reading and turned to look at me. I shifted my eyes to Star who was listening intensely too. David saw my eyes shift and closed his eyes…minutes later I saw Star's silhouette fall down and her breathing slowed as he forced her asleep. We didn't trust her as much anymore that was a common fact between us.

"Just a chick," I answered offhandedly and lit a smoke as I helped Laddie put on the rock box. I could feel my brothers staring at me and I tried to ignore them.

"So…why haven't you drunk her blood then, Paulie?" Marko questioned quietly. I sighed and stared at them; I gave them a smirk and said;

"Maybe I want something else from her first Marko-Polo…but you know nothing about that, eh?" he glared at me and my other pack mates rolled their eyes.

"You would have charmed her then," Dwayne, the silent one, stated. I was surprised he actually decided to participate in the conversation. Bravo silent guy. David snorted, he heard my thoughts…Dwayne glared…he heard them too. Oops? I didn't even know why I was so reluctant to tell them about Bailey…so I decided to get over it and just tell them. So I did. I told them everything about my night, how she smelled differently, how I noticed her in the crowd, what we had talked about, where she lived…I saw mental pictures of Bailey walking to her door and me driving away suddenly.

"You were there?" I questioned with a surprised tone in my voice, I hadn't even felt them there. David nodded; they had felt my confusion, excitement, wanted to see what it was about.

"Tomorrow, we talk to Max," David said, using his in command veto on us. We all agreed, not because we had to, we all wanted to know why this was happening. And I thought that I had to talk to Bailey again tomorrow night…I felt…compelled to do so. I looked up with a grin and told my brothers I would be right back.

"Don't do anything stupid, Paul" David had seen my plan to go to Bailey's house of course. I gave him the okay sign offhandedly and waltzed outside. I took off towards her house and watched as she argued with her brother, then sat down and talked and then went upstairs. I situated myself in a tree outside her window. I watched as she turned on the lights and threw her jacket on the floor, I grinned as her shirt followed but frowned when she went out of sight into…what had to be a bathroom. When she appeared again she was wearing an oversized shirt and was obviously going to sleep. But then she froze and went towards the window. I watched curiously as she opened the window and looked out, strait at me. I knew that she couldn't see me in the dark, but…she must have sensed me or something. But how? I watched as she shook her head, her blonde hair shaking, then she stared out again and whispered;

"G'night, Blondie." A grin slipped onto my face and I whispered;

"Night Brown Eyes," as I watched her close the window and turn out the lights. I sat there for a while before I headed back towards the cave, the sun would be up in four hours.